The warehouse where we were had become even darker now that Lev was there. Her presence was a reminder of what I had already lost, of what I could lose if things kept going the way they were. I couldn’t allow the same fate that had trapped me to drag her in. Lev didn’t belong to this world, and if I didn’t take control of what was coming, the consequences wouldn’t only affect me.I looked at Lev but didn’t say anything. I was more worried about how the Dangello brothers were reacting at this moment. Maddox, Dax, and Max didn’t seem surprised by Lev’s appearance. They, as always, kept their unbreakable façade, but I could feel the tension in their bodies. Something was changing, and they all knew it.“Lev,” I began, looking at my friend with a mix of frustration and fear, “this is bigger than you think. You’re in the middle of a dangerous game.”Lev didn’t answer immediately. Her gaze shifted toward the Dangello brothers, as if she was assessing the situation. Then, she looked back at m
The air in the room was thick, filled with the palpable tension of the passing seconds. The silence was unbearable. Every step I took, every word I spoke, seemed to bring me closer to an uncertain future, to a truth I feared but could no longer ignore. The Council, the Dangello brothers, and I, all caught in the same dangerous game, each playing our part without knowing if the rules were the same for everyone.After my decision, something had changed in the atmosphere. The pressure had multiplied, the uncertainty grew. I looked at Lev, and although her eyes conveyed the same concern I felt, I couldn’t help but wonder if it had been right to involve her. Would I be able to protect her if everything came crashing down? I didn’t know, but I couldn’t turn back now.The man from the Council, who had been a constant shadow in our lives from the beginning, spoke again. His presence was still dominant, and though there was a calm in his movements, there was no doubt that his words were the one
The sound of the city felt distant as the car moved through less-traveled streets. Maddox drove silently, his gaze fixed on the road as if nothing else existed. Dax, sitting beside him, scrolled through his phone with an expression that shifted between concentration and annoyance. I sat in the back seat, staring out the window as the urban landscape transformed into more industrial and desolate areas.Two hours had passed since we left the warehouse, and though no one had spoken since, the weight of what had happened lingered over us. The mysterious man who offered his alliance was just another piece on the board, one I couldn’t trust. Still, his proposal was as risky as it was tempting, and I knew the brothers and I were all thinking the same thing: Would accepting it give us an advantage, or lead us into an irreversible trap?The car stopped in front of an old building, its worn brick façade and broken windows giving it a neglected look. It was a different place from the ones we’d vi
The echo of my footsteps resonated in the large, cold room. Before me, the wooden walls seemed to absorb every word and secret shared in this place. Despite the dim lighting and the tense air, I stood tall, letting my slow breathing stabilize the tremor in my hands. Maddox always said that real players of power don’t sweat, don’t tremble, and never doubt in front of their enemies. Today, I was a player.I had agreed to infiltrate this Council meeting not only to support the Dangello family but also to protect myself. This power circle was a slippery terrain full of changing loyalties and betrayals. Every gaze I received felt like a dagger to the neck, and every word I spoke could seal my fate.Maddox was at the far end of the room, leaning against a column with his arms crossed, but his eyes never left me for a second. His presence, though distant, offered me a fragile sense of security. I knew that if things got out of hand, not only would he intervene, but he would do so with the fer
The sound of the wind hitting the windows of the penthouse was the only thing breaking the absolute silence that had taken over the place. The city, illuminated in the distance, seemed oblivious to everything happening within those walls, and I found myself trapped in constant thought. What was happening?After the meeting with the Council, something had changed. Maddox continued with his usual indifference, Max barely looked at me, and Dax... well, Dax had returned to his usual routines as if nothing had happened. No matter how much I tried to start a conversation or find something that felt real, the Dangello brothers kept their emotions in check, almost as if my presence didn't have the impact I thought it did.The heavy air in the room only increased the feeling of confusion I carried. What did Declan Beaumont want from us? That call, that veiled threat... every word echoed in my mind, but what worried me most was the apparent indifference of the brothers to everything that was hap
The dawn bathed the walls of the Dangello mansion in a soft golden glow, but inside the study, the atmosphere was cold, almost oppressive. Amalia entered after a soft knock on the door, immediately feeling Maddox’s presence. He stood by the window, his imposing silhouette outlined against the light. He wore an impeccable black suit, a perfectly knotted tie, and held a low glass with an amber liquid that seemed forgotten in his hand.“Amalia,” he said without turning, his voice low but firm. “Punctual as always. Come in.”She closed the door behind her and walked to the desk. There was something in his tone, something hard to decipher, that put her on alert. Maddox finally turned, his gray eyes meeting hers with an intensity that made her breath catch for a moment.“Did Dax explain the situation?” he asked, placing the glass on the mahogany desk and crossing his arms. His posture was relaxed, but the way he looked at her suggested otherwise.“Yes,” Amalia replied, keeping her voice neut
My heart was still racing when I closed the door to Maddox’s office. It wasn’t fear, not exactly. There was something about him, in the way he measured every word, in the way his presence filled the room, that left me unbalanced. It was like walking a tightrope, knowing that any wrong move could have catastrophic consequences.The hallway was silent, interrupted only by the echo of my own footsteps. Dax was still leaning against the column, his mocking smile finding me immediately.“Everything okay, princess?” he asked, as if he enjoyed watching me try to pull myself together.“Perfectly,” I replied with a firmness even I didn’t fully believe. I walked past him, refusing to let his presence shake my resolve.Max appeared at the end of the hallway. Always so serene, always so impossible to read. He gave me a brief look before entering the office after Dax. There was no doubt: Maddox and his brothers were pieces of the same puzzle, but each brought a different mystery. Dax, with his braz
The cold dawn breeze hit my face as I stepped out of the hotel and into the waiting black car. There was something in the silence of the city, in the calm before sunrise, that allowed me to reflect on the tension from dinner with Khalid. Despite his insinuations, I had managed to keep the situation under control, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was playing with fire. The drive to the airport was silent, and the chauffeur, an older man with an impassive face, didn’t utter a word. I took the time to mentally review every word Khalid had said, every gesture and glance he had made. His insistence on mixing business with pleasure hadn’t escaped my notice, and while I had stood firm, his influence and charisma weren’t easy to ignore. I boarded the private jet Maddox had arranged for my return. The interior, as always, reflected the Dangello family’s controlled opulence: leather sofas, dark woods, and a glass of wine waiting for me on a side table. But this time, the luxury didn’t
The first ray of sunlight slipped through the gap in the curtain, tracing a golden line across the messy bed. The warmth of Maddox’s body still lingered in the sheets, even though he was no longer there.I sat up slowly, still wrapped in the slow rhythm of our night. Every muscle ached in new ways—not from physical exhaustion, but from the emotional intensity still vibrating in my bones.Maddox had been... different.There had been a fierce tenderness in his touch. A restrained need that didn’t come from desire, but from something deeper. More dangerous.An attachment he didn’t want to admit.I wrapped the sheet around me and stepped out of the room. The hallway was quiet, but not empty. I could feel his presence before I saw him.And there he was.Standing by the window in the main room, a cup of coffee in hand, eyes fixed on the horizon. He wore only his suit pants, his shirt unbuttoned, and the sunlight kissed his back as if trying to understand him too.When he heard my steps, he
The contact was barely a touch.But for both of them, it was the end of resistance.Amalia felt the slight tremble in Maddox's fingers when he touched her. It wasn't insecurity—it was the weight of everything he always held back. The words he never said. The emotions he had denied, even when he desired her, even when he protected her like his life depended on it.This time, he didn’t stop.His lips brushed hers with a gentleness that shattered her. As if he didn’t want to break her. As if he knew that if he crossed that line, there would be no going back.She held him by the nape, pulling him closer, and he lost control.He kissed her with a silent desperation. A mix of need, guilt, desire, and redemption. As if she were his only way out. His only peace.Maddox gripped her waist, pulling her toward him. His hard, tense body enveloped hers completely. The brush of his torso against hers made her burn inside. It wasn’t just heat—it was connection. The kind of fire that consumes you slow
The roar of engines echoed through the trees.Amalia adjusted her tactical jacket as she descended the hill alongside Maddox, Dax, and Max. Leaves crunched beneath their boots. In the distance, a cloud of dust rose: Cillian’s men were on the move.“Left flank, Dax. Don’t let anyone come through the stream,” Maddox ordered without turning. His voice was clear, sharp. Undeniably a leader, without hesitation.“Got it,” Dax replied, drawing both his knife and pistol. His smile was tense but electric—like he’d been waiting for this moment for weeks.“Max, with me,” Maddox continued. “We’ll greet them head-on. Amalia…”She looked up.“What?”“You decide,” Maddox said, his gray eyes locked on hers. “Do you lead the second line of defense or come to the front?”Amalia swallowed. It was the first time he openly gave her the choice. He wasn’t sidelining her or treating her like a burden.“The front,” she answered without hesitation.A flicker of approval crossed Maddox’s face. Just for a second
The name hung in the air like an ancient poison.Gian.Amalia hadn’t heard it in years. Not since the first whispers, when everything was still darkness and fragments. Not since Maddox had erased it from every conversation, as if eliminating his existence was the only way to contain what it truly meant."Are you sure?" Amalia asked, her voice barely a thread.Maddox looked at her. His gaze, usually impenetrable, was now an uncontrollable storm. His gray eyes gleamed like blades under the dawn light slipping through the shattered windows."Too sure."June stood in the corner of the room, still processing everything that had just been revealed. But when she heard that name, she took a step back. As if the past had just punched her in the face."He wasn’t dead..." she whispered."He never was," Max said, voice dry.Dax ran a hand through his hair, frustrated."They lied to all of us.""Who is Gian?" Amalia finally asked, her tone as sharp as a promise of breaking.Maddox didn’t answer imm
The dawn arrived uninvited.The sky, stained with a threatening gray, seemed to anticipate the storm.In the base’s operations room, maps were spread out, screens were on, and the air… was heavy.Max was marking positions on the map with absolute focus.Dax was checking intercepted surveillance cameras.Maddox stood, arms crossed, watching everything as if he had already seen it all play out in his mind.And Amalia.Amalia was there.Sitting at the table, among them.One of them.But she was no longer just the woman dragged into this war by mistake.Now… she was part of the strategy."We have three blind spots on the west border," Max said, pointing. "If they’re coming in, it’ll be through there.""And what if that’s not what they want?" Amalia cut in. "What if this is just a distraction?""That’s what I thought too," Dax added. "Look at this."He projected a video.A hooded figure moved through shadows.A familiar silhouette."Is that…?" Amalia whispered."Yeah," Maddox confirmed, his
The return to the safe house was silent. None of them needed to speak. The glances exchanged in the rearview mirror, Maddox's tense grip on the steering wheel, the way Amalia kept her eyes fixed on the road… it was enough to understand that something had changed.The Council wasn’t dead. Only asleep. And now, it had awakened.As soon as they arrived, the protocols were activated. Ivan ordered all access points to be sealed, triple surveillance installed, and the war room prepared. The atmosphere was electric. Every step, every command, every look carried the certainty that the real enemy had finally shown its face.But Maddox said nothing. Not yet.He went straight to his office, with Amalia following silently. When the door closed, the silence grew heavy."You knew," she broke the tension. "Say it, Maddox. Just say it. You knew."He turned slowly. His jacket was open, sleeves rolled up, and his gray eyes darker than ever."I knew there were strange movements," he admitted. "But not th
The early morning was a living, throbbing creature.And Maddox was already awake before the first ray of sunlight pierced through the bulletproof windows of the house. He was dressed in black, as always, immaculate even in chaos. His movements were controlled, as if each one was calculated for combat."We’re ready," Ivan reported as he entered the meeting room.Behind him, Dax and Max came in almost at the same time. Both wore the same serious expression, although Dax still carried the hangover from the night before."What does the satellite report say?" Maddox asked, without lifting his gaze from the digital map in front of him."Movement to the north. Heat points in the area of the old gas factory. They shouldn’t be there," Max replied, crossing his arms."Then they’re testing our surveillance," Maddox murmured.Amalia appeared in the room a few seconds later. She wore a fitted jacket over a black shirt, her hair tied in a braid that gave her a fiercer look. Her eyes met Maddox’s for
The calm before the storm came in the shape of a freezing dawn.Amalia woke to the sound of soft footsteps in the hallway. They weren’t nervous. They were calculated. Measured. Like someone who didn’t need to hide.She grabbed her gun from the nightstand without thinking. She was no longer the same woman who had stumbled into this world by accident. She no longer hesitated.She opened the door silently and saw him.Derek."What are you doing?" she asked, not lowering her weapon.Derek raised his hands slowly."I was heading to the office. Maddox asked for the blueprints of the southern entrances.""Maddox is in the east wing."Derek hesitated for a second. Just one.And for Amalia, it was enough."Stay still," she ordered.At that moment, the silent alarm vibrated on her device. An encrypted message from Ivan."Communication intercepted. One of ours is selling coordinates."Amalia’s blood ran cold.Derek narrowed his eyes, as if he knew the moment for masks had passed."You were always
The night fell violently over the land.It wasn’t just any nightfall. It was a declaration of war.The sky turned dark faster than usual, as if the universe knew something was about to break.Inside the mansion, the atmosphere was different. Dense. Silent. The kind of calm that only comes before disaster.Amalia was in Maddox’s office, alone, with the documents she had stolen. In front of her, a map of the tunnel system that crossed the border. Smuggling routes. Coded names. Black-and-white photographs of faces that shouldn’t exist.The list of the Council’s traitors.And in the center, a single word repeated again and again:ARES.Behind that name was Maddox’s past. The real reason why it all began.And the man who was now about to unleash the final fire."Amalia," said a firm voice from the door.She didn’t flinch. She knew he would come. He always did.Maddox stepped inside. Imposing. Impeccable. Wearing a black suit that contrasted with his gray eyes, now sharper than ever."I knew